Lionel was awakened by a stream of sunlight falling across his face. He slowly rolled open his eyelids and stretched languidly. "Now this is the life," he thought, picking up his phone from the bedside cabinet and noting the time as 9 am. He had taken a break from work for a week to visit his brother in Akrham, New England, trekking up from New York by bus the day before. Lionel worked as a programmer for a large bank, while his brother, Nathan, was an engineer specialising in agricultural technologies - hence his stationing in this rather backwater part of the United States. The brothers were very close friends, but it had been a couple of years since they had last found the opportunity to meet up. They had both grown up in Arkham. Their parents had since passed away, but Lionel was looking forward to catching up with some childhood friends and some of his more pleasant family members during his week's respite.
From the kitchen, Lionel heard the voice of his brother and girlfriend, Eliza, whom he had not yet met.
Rolling his somewhat corpulent programmer's body out of bed and throwing on some loose-fitting clothes, Lionel wandered out of his bedroom and entered the kitchen. "Good morning, bro," Nathan said from above the crackling of a frying pan.
"Hi, I'm Eliza," chirped a warm and pleasant female voice. Lionel inwardly whistled at the sight of Nathan's new girlfriend. Nathan had always been a ladies man - tall, athletic, high-achieving and charming, he was in many ways much the opposite of his generally unfit and somewhat awkward younger brother. Now in his late twenties, since his teens he had a succession of very attractive girlfriends, compared to the hambeasts Lionel had been able to bring home on occasion. But Nathan had undone himself this time.
Eliza was Eurasian in appearance, with long, lustrous dark hair framing a heart-shaped, exceptionally pretty face. Lionel was particularly struck by her long eyelashes, which seductively covered her dark eyes - eyes brimming, he thought, with an expression of mischief. And that body! Eliza stood about 5'8", and that morning was wearing naught but a white tank-top and a pair of denim hot pants which clung tightly to her waist and perfectly-proportioned thighs. Lionel inwardly whistled as he ran his eyes down her body, particularly her tight belly and generous G-cup breasts, the shape of which were accentuated by her tight-fitting tank top.
"Nice to meet you," Eliza said, wrapping her lithe arms around Lionel and giving him a close hug. Nathan was no social recluse and was fairly confident with women despite his below-average appearance, but Eliza was so attractive he could only mumble a fairly weak pleasantry in reply. To his inner chagrin, he also felt his dick involuntarily squirm to life as Eliza's perfect breasts, so firm and yet soft, pressed against his own man-boobs. His dick also gave a bit of a jump as he realised her nipples felt erect against his skin.
"Take a seat bro, we're doing a special fry-up," Nathan said. Lionel fumbled his way into a kitchen chair, sweating slightly after his close encounter. Nathan took the opposite seat and flashed him a mischievous, knowing grin as Eliza took over the cooking duties, and Lionel flashed him a furtive thumbs-up. The two boys were only slightly over a year apart in age, and had grown up together lusting over the same girls in high school and then at Miskatonic University. The making of lewd comments and observations on Nathan's girlfriends was certainly not outside the scope of their relationship, and Nathan had in fact shared some nude shots of his previous romantic successes to his less suave brother after the relationships had ceased. Many of those nude shots now resided in a drawer in Lionel's apartment near his gaming rig, sticky and well-thumbed.
Lionel and his elder brother chatted amiably about his plans for the upcoming week. Eliza, who was a post-graduate student at Miskatonic and about five years his junior, cheerfully suggested some of the new bars and eateries which had sprung up in the intervening period since his previous visit and which she thought he might like to try. She was originally from L.A., and had won funding at Mistkatonic to study some of the curious puritan folklore of that region, with myths and legends being her particular area of specialisation.
As the conversation progressed, Lionel became increasingly distracted by Eliza's rather shapely behind, which as mentioned was only covered in a pair of tight denim hot-pants. As she deftly managed the cookware, Lionel noticed that it was protruding in a rather distracting fashion, almost as if she were pointing it in his general direction on purpose. Not wanting to take too many liberties and offend his brother, Lionel flicked a couple of ravenous glances over but then averted his eyes. But then Nathan caught his eyes and gave him a familiar seedy grin, along with a slight incline of his head to indicate his permission.
Lionel gratefully accepted, giving a good stare at one of the finest booties he'd ever seen. The bottom globes of Eliza's perfect porcelain-white butt cheeks stuck out from the stretched denim fabric. Her shapely, generous cheeks ate up the fabric, leaving the luscious line of her butt-crack clearly visible.
Lionel returned his gaze to his brother and gave a seedy grin, shifting in his seat uncomfortably as he did so. What had previously been an embarrassing squirming of his cock was fast becoming a painful and worryingly visible erection pressing against the side of his shorts.
As the brothers chatted, Eliza heaped up a couple of plates with the result of her and Nathan's endeavours and sidled around the table. The kitchen was constricted for space, and as she moved across Lionel felt her tight, denim-clad booty-flesh vibrate against his right shoulder, sending a corresponding tremor through his burgeoning dick.
"Sorry - it's a bit tight in here," Nathan said, who had already apologised for the somewhat constricted space in his newly-acquired house.
"Tight and hot," said Eliza to Lionel with an arched eyebrow, standing to release a catch in the window behind her in order to release some of the cooking fumes. Lionel scratched his head in puzzlement.
